When a Thika Prostitute Pins you to the Wall

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I hate Thika!

The first time I went to Thika was less than two years ago when Mfa passed on. I have since associated Thika with death and I only go there if it’s absolutely necessary.

Like two Fridays ago when we had some work to do at Thika Technical.

There are few good things about Thika, at least to me. I don’t club so if you worship Thika clubs like some of my friends do, sorry, that’s boring. Neither am I good friends with the sun, and Thika has a lot of it. I think the only good thing about Thika is pork.

And after work that day, we walked to the Pork street of Thika. They have a whole street dedicated to pork restaurants. That might have been the biggest mistake we made that day – eating pork on a Friday like true kaffirs.

Why do I say this? Because of what happened shortly after enjoying lustful amounts of the dirty animal.

It was around 8:00 pm, thereabouts. Still strolling around Thika with toothpicks in our mouths like Kikuyu sponsors, we came across a street that had women lined. All sizes of women. The slender ones who looked like they were malnourished. The huge ones who look like a certain Njoki who works in a Limuru pub. And the plain janes who haven’t chosen a side. (Btw, I don’t describe women by their body shape unless they wrong me) Some in small dresses, others wearing only handkerchiefs around their crotches and chests, others in plain jeans and tops. I swear I saw one in a kitenge, like a church woman. Clearly, this was no church, these were ladies of the night. And this, right here, was their open market.

The first few in line; I think those were the freshest in the market (oops!), just looked at us pass. We did not look like we could pay, I guess. The next batch showed us some interest, and we earned some cat calls (is that how you girls feel when men whistle at you?).

The third batch was made up of the “beatest of them all” (or what would you call kuchapa?). These ones were blatant. The veranda was thin, so we walked in a line, Ben and Dan ahead of me. I saw two women block their path and start hugging them, you know like they knew them. I burst out in laughter. Women were mishandling two grown men! But men being men, they were playing that game – you know, asking them the price of certain elements like “touching” “room” “things I won’t say.” I was just laughing at them, with a tinge of embarrassment.

Not for long. Remember Wrestling? When a wrestler would pin another in a corner in the ring and work on them? That’s what happened to me next. Only this time I was Mysterio and the other wrestler was Rikishi.

Rikishi of Thika, Kenya
This is Rikishi, btw

And, this time, it was not a soft ring… I was pinned to the wall! By Rikishi’s sister!

This one


Sexiest, literally, woman in Thika?

I was defenseless, as she started daggering and whining and doing what Jamaican riddim dancers do.

She kept telling me in Gikuyu:

Tuthii kashoti kamweย mundu. (Something to do with shots)

Of course, I was squirming like a kid refusing his medicine. I tried to shove her but she couldn’t move an inch. She was heavy. You can’t just move Rikish.

I was suffocating. she had a whiff of a stink. Probably people’s shotis.

“Mani, andu arume ni manjui guku Thika. Service yakwa ni best!” (Man, Thika men know me. I have the best service).

I was on the verge of puking now. Her three stomachs were bumping at me. She moved her hand to my crotch like she wanted to touch me down there and that’s when I swerved and hit her chest with my head, running away; I was almost run over by a car.

They laughed, their laughter sounding like the devil enjoying a scene in hell.

“Wewe ukajua vile mimiย ulilisha wanaume hii Thika haungehepa hivyo kama mtoto.” (If you knew how I make men cry/moan in this town you wouldn’t have run like a baby.)

I didn’t talk back. I just stood away as she called out to me and waited for Ben and Dan, literally shaking. Not with arousal… that woman would have made m impotent. I am still scarred.

So, we walked off discussing our ordeal. Turned out they also had had their share of tough loving – those Thika women are too aggressive. Can easily rape you.

Or, wait! They can steal from you. I paused, felt my pocket – my money was still in the back pocket. I am a wise guy, no one can steal from me. Or not.

Checking again, there was only a 50 bob note in my pocket! She has expertly separated the money and left a ka-50!

The prostitute had mugged me! Don’t tell me that’s pick-pocketing. That’s robbery with violence.

This is yet another reason to hate that damned Thika and I probably should start a Thika Initiation series.

Main Pic: Business Insider

46 Comments When a Thika Prostitute Pins you to the Wall

  1. Hilda Kinya March 22, 2017 at 2:10 pm

    Wawawa! Pole. Sexual harassment na kuibiwa pia. Don’t even call them ladies of the night, they are there from as early as 2pm..

    1. Frank Kenyan March 22, 2017 at 3:47 pm

      Ah… Ladies of the afternoon sometimes, then?

  2. lorna March 22, 2017 at 8:44 pm

    Lol. ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜… that was a good read

  3. keren March 22, 2017 at 10:52 pm

    Haha haha.my ribs.ngai atleast they gud wanakuachia fare.seems anajua how soo moja n ngiri feels like.im rafin so raudry…rikishi

  4. Sylvia Makena March 22, 2017 at 8:36 pm

    Hahaha am imagining blogger Calif pinned on the wall by a prostitute…..

    1. Lovie Nomie Kinjah March 23, 2017 at 4:46 am

      alafu umeona hiyo size?? anamuita Ravisha ama nani?? Hahaha

  5. Lovie Nomie Kinjah March 23, 2017 at 4:44 am

    Thika full of sad memories en again this ordeal is laughable.. Hahaha.. eti analilisha wanaume. you made my day… Hahaha

  6. Ben March 23, 2017 at 10:02 am

    hahaha Thitiiima! Theeka Theeeka is a no go zone.

    1. Frank Kenyan March 23, 2017 at 1:19 pm

      You were too far. And my voice was stiffled

  7. Rafiles March 23, 2017 at 5:19 pm

    It was not good, you rejecting those lovely ladies as if they had reprosy, it was not good but as the white people says: “of earth is paid on earth”

  8. Rafiles Dauthasi Ihugo March 23, 2017 at 2:20 pm

    It was not good, you rejecting those lovely ladies as if they had reprosy, it was not good but as the white people says: “of earth is paid on earth

    1. Frank Kenyan March 23, 2017 at 3:51 pm

      Kwanza vile Jared Mak Nyanumba anapenda kula pork-o

    1. Frank Kenyan March 23, 2017 at 3:51 pm

      THAT Thika? Never make men cry. ๐Ÿ™‚

  9. keroh March 23, 2017 at 7:49 pm

    I will stick to Caanan.

  10. Naitwa Moh March 23, 2017 at 8:47 pm

    Of all your posts, hii imenifanya nacheka ka fala! #auchmyribs

  11. ElizBeth Muoti March 24, 2017 at 7:39 am

    Wawawawa. ..pole ..bt I can’t stop laughing. .so funny…jeeez

  12. Daniel March 24, 2017 at 12:44 pm

    Chiiiisassss! I do not want to laugh because I am still terrified to this day! ๐Ÿ™

  13. Terry Nyagah March 24, 2017 at 10:20 am

    Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa day made.

  14. Jedidah Nkunja March 24, 2017 at 6:11 pm

    Na mimi hukanya hawa vijana wadogo wasitembee usiku, lakini huwa hawaskii

    1. Frank Kenyan March 25, 2017 at 4:47 am

      Kwani hatuwezi tembea bila kusumbuliwa na wamama?

  15. donjon August 27, 2017 at 9:56 pm

    Am a grammar Nazi. Change scarred to scared ๐Ÿ™‚

  16. Yolo1 February 11, 2018 at 5:20 pm

    That was soo scarring i can imagine.

  17. charleysphere May 17, 2018 at 12:10 pm

    Whats wise, being rikishied or being knocked down by a car. Interesting read my friend. Good write.

  18. Em January 23, 2020 at 2:50 pm

    Very interesting! But it would be fascinating to see if you could take a different, more challenging angle. Like seeing it as a journey to experiencing a day in women’s life, reflecting on that. And also maybe being more questioning than judging in writing style.

  19. Jay March 26, 2023 at 2:34 pm

    What street is that๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚
    I would like to visit sometimes


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